Chapter Two

What now? Melissa wondered.

Mike and Trent both smiled and seemed to relax, if that were even possible. “Thank you, Melissa,” Mike told her. “We’ll take good care of you. But first, we need to go over a few things.”

“Huh?” What, were they going to lecture her, or screw her?

“First, have you ever submitted to anyone before?”

“I…I don’t think so?”

“I didn’t think you had,” Mike commented, “but I wanted to make sure. We will require you to submit to us tonight. We’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll obey. If you do not, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

Worry puckered her brow, but she nodded.

“You’ll also have an out, if anything gets too much for you. Use the word ‘spoon’, and we’ll stop. Everything will stop. We won’t be mad, but if you use the word ‘spoon’, our night ends immediately. You have to make sure, before you think of using this word, if you’re just nervous, or if you’re truly frightened. Understand?”

“I, um, think so.”

“No. You either do, or you don’t. We don’t play with hesitation or mixed signals.”

She shifted her feet. “I get it. I say ‘spoon’ and that’s it for us.”

“In the sexual aspect, at any rate,” Trent said, his lips quirking up to a grin.

“Now what?” she asked. She liked how they spoke so clear-cut, but at the same time, would they treat her like a toy? Would they use her up, without regard to things maybe she’d want? At least with the word, if she wasn’t having any fun, they could stop.

“Now, our naughty little Melissa,” Mike said, his voice dropping, “turn around and lean over the counter.”

She blinked at his tone, at the subtle growl that bled out from the words. What had come over him? Why did she feel compelled to obey, and why was her pussy growing moist, just from this one command?

“Now,” he barked. She spun with a jump and leaned her chest down on the stone counter. She felt more than heard him approach her. He ran a heavy hand down her back and over her ass, making her jerk in surprise. When he cupped her butt and squeezed, she felt as though he were testing her out.

“Do I pass?” she muttered sarcastically.

Mike’s hand met her ass with a stinging slap.

“Ow!”

“You do pass,” Mike answered. “But you don’t take that tone with me. Understood?”

She nodded even as her eyes widened. Had she really signed up for this? He resumed his caresses, even sliding his hand up under the loose bottom edge of her tap pants to stroke her bare bottom. Oh, that feels so good. She laid her head on the counter and enjoyed his exploration. When he smoothed his fingers down her crease, then lower to stroke through the moisture of her pussy, she moaned, but tightened up at the same time. It’d been so long since she’d been touched by any man, and never like this. She wanted to be wanton and give herself over to Mike’s touch, but inexperience made her tense.

A quick thwack of the spatula over the back of her thigh made her cry out.

“Relax, Melissa. It’s just us here, okay. We won’t hurt you. Unnecessarily,” he added softly, using his fingers to open her swollen outer lips. He caressed her with firm, sure fingers, and she pushed back, wanting more. “You are so fucking wet,” he murmured, sounding pleased. She softened against him, thrilled that he was happy.

“But, Melissa,” Mike continued, “despite your apology, you have messed up here tonight. You’ll have to be punished.”

Swift hands pulled her silky tap pants down and off her legs before she registered what had happened. Before she could comment on Mike’s statement, he brought the flat side of the spatula down on her butt. Hard. She cried out and jumped. It didn’t hurt so much as surprise her.

“Easy,” Trent told her, coming around the huge island to stand opposite her. He leaned over onto his elbows then reached out and stroked her cheek. “Now I have a few questions for you,” he started. Mike, meanwhile, was taking the spatula and swatting her rear. Not hard, but enough to send little stings through her nerve endings. Amazingly, this attention turned her on. She tried to squirm, tried to rub her thighs together, but Mike had growled to keep still. And now Trent wanted to ask her questions?

“Really? N…now?” Her breath was beginning to hitch and she curled her fingers against the stone top.

“How many lovers did you have before your ex-fiancé?”

Oh, he must want to know about disease and stuff, then. “No one,” she answered honestly. “And after I left him, I was tested and everything came back clean. I haven’t been with anyone else. I’m also on the pill,” she added, then moaned when Mike took the utensil and rubbed the flat side over her now-heated backside.

Trent chuckled. “Good to know. So your ex was your only lover, hmm? If I remember his type, he probably only fucked you missionary, in the dark, on a schedule.”

Melissa bristled under Trent’s spot-on conclusion. She spoke up, not because she had any need to defend the asshole, but because it made her sexuality seem like a joke. “No. Not…all the time.” The hard, knowing look in Trent’s eyes had her looking away.

“Is she telling the truth?” Mike wanted to know. She peeked at Trent to see a barely imperceptible shake of his head. The next thing she knew, Mike struck her bottom harder than he’d done so far—and with his bare hand this time!

“Ow!” she cried out and jolted up. Mike must have expected that because her back slammed into his palm and he shoved her torso back down.

“Never, ever lie to us.”

Trent held her eyes as he spoke, until she nodded.

“We wouldn’t ask these questions if it weren’t important to us. Don’t be afraid to open up.”

Melissa saw the sincerity and truth in Trent’s eyes and she nodded again. She knew these men. Heck, she’d been living with them for half a year. She’d seen them grumpy and put out, happy and mellow. They deserved honest answers from her. Especially as the wrong ones apparently led to bad consequences. She’d always considered herself a fast learner.

“Tell us how it was, Melissa,” Trent encouraged.

She swallowed. Trent held her hands, his thumbs over her palms while Mike had taken to caressing her stinging backside. Comfort and excitement at the same time. Conflicting, yet she wanted this and more. She had no choice but to confess what she now saw was the ugly truth. “Yes, it was like that. He wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed with me. Even after I moved in. We’d…we’d make love, then he’d leave. He’d said he was saving that for when we married.” Her face flamed as her spoken words brought to light how badly her ex had treated her.

“Asshole,” Mike muttered behind her. “The man didn’t know the meaning of the word love.” She heard the spatula being laid on the counter, then Mike stroked his fingers across her swollen pussy again, making her moan. “Thank you for being honest,” he praised her.

The microwave dinged and Trent pushed himself up then walked away. “Have you ever been eaten out?” he asked.

Dang, he was blunt. “Um…well…”

Mike stroked her pussy again. “Honest answer. Believe it or not, we like that you don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Trent answered, moving in front of her again and stirring something thick, smooth and pale in a bowl. “Everything will be new to you, which is exciting for us to see. Plus, we have the ability to show you how we like things done.”

“Ohhh,” she groaned. Mike sank his finger between her folds and deep into her channel. Her muscles gripped him hard and when he wiggled the digit, she felt every twitch through to her toes.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Trent whispered. He rested back over the counter, the bowl now between them. He raised the spoon and let the pale mixture pour slowly back into the bowl. “I take it you’ve never sucked a guy off either, have you?” His whisper caressed her skin and she shivered even as she went up on her toes. Mike pumped his finger in and out of her—feeling Mike behind her while Trent talked right in front of her was screwing with her brain. She’d never been so sexually open. And under bright, industrial lights, too.

She shook her head while staring at the late-night stubble on Trent’s jaw, and she couldn’t help but reach out to touch him. He allowed one stroke before turning his head to capture her forefinger between his lips. He nipped the tip, then spoke again. “Keep your finger out. Yes, just like that.”

Trent drizzled the mix over the tip of her finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth, closing over her knuckle and swirling his tongue against her. Melissa couldn’t have held back her moan if she’d been ordered.

When Trent released her finger, he’d eaten all the syrup off. “Now you try it,” he told her, extending his forefinger towards her. She opened her mouth. “Wait,” he said, and dribbled the syrup over his finger. The entire finger. “Lick the glaze from my finger. Use only your tongue.”

She stuck her tongue out and with the tip, tentatively swiped at the glaze. She tasted it, and a sweet, tangy lemon flavour burst over her tongue.

“Melissa.” Trent sounded exasperated. “Open your mouth and lick. The syrup. Off. My. Finger. Then you’ll get to do it from my cock.”

Melissa sucked in a breath.

“Problem?” Trent asked.

“I’m not used to the way you talk,” she admitted, hoping they’d use more user-friendly terms, like ‘private parts’, or something.

Mike had dropped to his knees behind her and his hot breath fanned her inner leg. “She’s like a faucet down here, Trent,” Mike announced, his voice sounding like he was beaming with pride.

“I imagined so,” Trent answered, before sucking the glaze off his finger, smiling at Melissa and addressing her comment. “I like to be blunt. Less room for confusion. So you’re not one to talk dirty, hmm? That’s okay. Mike and I’ll do it enough for you as well.”

A devilish gleam lit his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched. He pushed the bowl out of the way and captured her chin in his hand. His voice lowered. Not into a whisper, but into another timbre. “Mike’s about to put his mouth on your pussy and eat you out. Pretty soon, you’re going to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock and suck me off until I come. We’ll fuck you in your cunt and we’ll fuck your ass, and you’re going to take it all, begging for more while you come over and over.”

Trent emphasised every naughty word and she flushed with each mention. She’d never felt so exposed and, despite the part of her that wanted to say his words were wrong, she craved what he promised. Mike had pushed her legs farther apart and pulled her hips back. Yeah, she could think those words all day long, but to hear them said shocked the heck out of her.

“Fuck, Trent, I don’t know what you’re doing or saying up there, but her pussy’s become a flood gate.” Mike ran his tongue up her inner thigh and she shuddered with delight.

Trent chuckled and pulled back, bringing the bowl between them once more. “Go ahead, Mike. Enjoy her.”

While Trent spoke, he drizzled the warm glaze over his entire finger again, then held it out to her.

“Tongue only,” he reminded her.

She opened her mouth this time and as soon as she took her first lick of the syrup on Trent’s finger, Mike pressed his tongue into her pussy. She would have jumped if he hadn’t clamped down on her hips. “Aahhhh,” she stuttered, sucking in a deep breath and readying herself for more.

So wicked. So naughty. And darn if she didn’t want more. She must have said something out loud because Mike barked out a laugh before tilting his mouth against her and running his tongue up and over her slit, circling tighter and tighter.

“Focus,” Trent reminded her. She tried to, she really did, but she’d never had anyone put their mouth down there and her brain was turning to mush. Feel, that was all she wanted to do—feel.

“Stop, Mike. Can you hear me?”

“Um-hmm,” Mike murmured below her.

“She’s losing her focus. We’re going to play red light, green light. Remember that game?”

Mike chuckled. “I do. Just make sure you speak loud enough.”

“Will do.”

“How do you play?” Melissa wanted to know.

“You’ll find out. Now lick.”